Good grief, I must be old.  I feel like I got hit by a small car.  Float Trip was good.  Yes, it did rain quite a bit.  But hey, we were in canoes, we were gonna get wet anyway.  Yes, a tornado came a little too close for comfort, but it just added to the excitement.  Highlights that can actually be documented in a relatively clean blog?  Well, those are few.  I saw my first (non-captive) bald eagle, which was rather exciting.  It was an even more patriotic event when it took an enormous crap right in front of our canoe.  Ever seen a bald eagle crap?  Impressive.  There was a rather humorous exchange with the campground owner when he came flying down the hill to warn us of the impending tornado, but that one loses something without the Ozark accent so I’ll skip it.  Oh, special thanks out to Zim for letting me beg a bed in his nice warm DRY camper for the weekend.  It was definitely NOT tent weather.  I expect that’s about all the detail I need to relate.  I am trying to flush the memory of some things I saw and heard from my mind, and re-hashing them would only lengthen the cleansing period.

We got back Saturday, and after cleaning up I summoned every last bit of strength I had to go to the Royals game.  Some friends of ours from Nebraska were in town to see the game, so when Martins offered us some tickets it provided a quite convenient means to hook up with them.  I made it to the sixth inning, but then ran out of gas.  After the game we scampered back to midtown and had a late dinner at Cantina Del Rey up the street from our house.  With a full belly and battered body, I rolled myself down the street to our house and slept for about twelve hours.

Sunday I tried to rally a bit, with extremely limited success.  Our friends John & Susan called and wanted to go to Grand Street Cafe for their Easter brunch.  Sounded like a tasty menu, so we headed that way.  Luckily Susan called before we got there, and when we found out it would be a three hour wait we changed dining plans.  We opted for some BBQ down at Fiorella’s, always a solid bet.  After that, well, I watched the Royals game and Masters.  That’s some boredom for you right there.  That’s actually the first golf I’ve ever watched at home, and almost surely the last.  It got me through the afternoon though, so it served a purpose.  With nothing else on the tube that I could find, we started on a puzzle.  Yes, a good ol’ jigsaw puzzle.  I am that old.